Simple Life isn't Easy

Chapter 2- Cutting

((Grace's POV))

I hadn't shown him yet, I hadn't told him or even mentioned it. A few weeks ago, I began cutting, that's why I always wore long, baggy clothes, so no one would see the scars. I hadn't told anyone, I always put on an act of being happy and saying everything was okay and going well, but that wasn't the truth. I was scared, scared of being a disappointment, being alone, finding no one who would have feelings the way I did for Chester. Even though he had kissed me just last night, I couldn't think that it would be like a middle school crush, it lasts a week and then fades away forever, just follows back into friendship.

It was one of my fears, that I would become to attached to him that I wouldn't let him go, that one day I would blurt out the way I felt to early, that he would think I'm takin our relation ship to far and he would leave.

I grabbed a vegetable knife that was in the highest draw just below the kitchen contour, next to the sink. I quickly walked into the bathroom and locked the door, even though no one was in my apartment. I slowly cut through my left wrist lightly, but deep enough that blood came out. Six, six cuts, one each day this week.

Once I started few weeks ago I tried to stop, but this week it came back, the anxiety and depression that followed through. It didn't feel like enough, the one cut, but I promised myself I wouldn't do more, so I began picking the third one which had a scab.

It was early morning, Chester was going to be here for lunch. I didn't want him to see me like this, in a war against myself that I was trying to stop. I washed my wrist and the knife before putting it back, telling myself I had to stop this, I knew cutting was bad.

((Chester's POV))

We sat on her sofa after we had eaten, we where watching Friends but something seemed to be bothering her. She seemed unfocused, so I looked down to were she was fidgeting, to see her sleeve slightly pulled down, revealing cuts on her left wrist that she was peeling the scabs of with her right hand. I slightly widened my eyes with fear, not of her but of what she could have possibly been going through.

She was looking down at the floor at first but then looked up at me, first confused in my expression but then realised what she was doing. Her eyes widened in fear and embarrassment as she quickly covered her wrist with her sleeve.

"Uh..." she whispered so quietly you could barley hear her quiet, cracking voice.

The remote tot he television was on my lap, I turned it off before looking into her lost-for-words eyes that were glowing with a thin layer of tears.

I had to reassure her that whatever was happening, she could trust me, "Grace... if there is something going on, you can tell me."

She looked down, her face covered by the shadows of her hair layering over her face before looking up with years slowly rolling down her cheeks, her eyes look into mine, "I think... I'm just scared. About the unknown. The future. If I was- I am a disappointment to everyone?"

I stopped her there, "Grace, don't think about that. No one knows the future and what it holds for us. Just think about that city-suburban house you talked about and your two kids, and your husband. Grace, you're not a disappointment, at least not to me, you are so strong, you just don't know it."

She smiles with tears that transformed from sadness to happiness as she whispered, "I love you."

But then her smile fades, as if she was shocked by her own words. But I just smile back, "I love you too."

Her beautiful smile filled with joy shows on her face as I bring her closer, meeting her lips with mine. I could feel her smile and I bet she could feel mine.

I could tell she didn't like the state she was in, with anxiety and depression, I that's what she wants to call them. But I want to help her through this, whatever it is.

Either way, I will still love her.

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It's 12:30am and this is going up without being edited or anything. WOWOWOWOW?!?! I felt like writing and I didn't know what to write, and I've been reading some fanfics that involve this kind of stuff and it's a serious topic and I'm kinda in a serious mood rn, at 12:30am, on a Monday.

Okay imma go now haha BIIEE!!!!